Don’t turn on the light

There is something creeping around in my head behind the walls a silent scratching that grows louder with every moment There is something creeping around behind the dark around the snickering furniture shadows filled with secrets tumbling like raindrops in the empty halls There is something creeping around under the bed Behind the door she [...]

Pompous praise for purple prose

little lightning bug lances linger lovingly on my melancholy mind Sending sensual serenades sifting sinfully to my ears My mind makes monsters who meander menacingly As androgynous androids achingly ask for absolution The words warp and wither whether wilted or winning Now a nerve-racked never ending neonate Then a vitriolic violent and vociferous villain This [...]